Anna stirred as a shrill alarm blared beside her.
With a tiny groan, she reached out and silenced her alarm clock on the bedside table.
Slowly, her eyelids lifted.
Sunlight was already spilling through the blinds, warm and merciless, kissing her cheek.
The same cheek Jason Knight had kissed last night.
They still tingled, traitorous things that they were. Or maybe it was just her being stupid.
Her lips stretched; she buried her face in the pillow and groaned.
It wasn’t just the kiss.
Or lack of it.
It was the way he’d looked at her, the way his voice had dropped when he said he wanted to know her.
Every time she thought of it, her chest tightened like she was seventeen again, making stupid choices with her heart.
Except this didn't feel stupid.
And there was that momen
